Uh... you know... slip away with you?" he stammered. "You look mighty fine to me right now. I mean, I love my wife, don't get me wrong, but, well, dam..., girl!"Shanika was embarrassed to be praised this way. "I's yo' nigga, Massa. I do whatever you say." He'd certainly warmed to her after cumming in her mouth, she thought. She smiled at him and felt the tingly sensation she'd missed back in the other world.They both turned towards the door as they heard it open. Cheryl had returned with Brian, a. He looked at Kate. They smiled at each other. Neither of their hands went up, much to Brittany's consternation."So, your first game is Friday night?" Kate asked at their break."Yeah. You going?" I always go. I like sports. Basketball's my favorite, but I like football, too." Cool. Practices have been brutal. Salem's got a good team this year." I heard. Just think, though, what all this dancing is going to do for your agility. You'll be dancing past all those onrushing linemen. They'll call you. Beyond fantasy, she had never considered the idea of screwing anyone besides her darling husband. And, she certainly had never considered the idea of fucking a Black man. But she knew that many men had fantasies about watching their women fucking other men. She never dreamed her husband was one of these men. He knew his wife, and he knew that to get her to become the naughty girl of his dreams, he was going to have to be patient and make a slow and subtle introduction of his Black fantasies. He spluttered, unsure how to respond, Tom didn't wait for an answer, just left him in his state of confusion.There could have been a number of reasons for the blow-up. It could have been because his wife had asked the neighbour to help put up a back trellis and had agreed to the neighbour asking for assistant from some of his countrymen, who lived locally. It could have been because he found a birthday card that he had bought for her torn up and thrown in the bin or it could have been her.